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FREE book. THE DEACON brought to you live from beautiful downtown Witch Well, Arizona.

THE DEACON is the title of my NANOWRIMO effort.

I will be posting it on this blog as I write. The first three or four days will be long because I have over 8000 words written already. Once we are caught up you will get my (hopefully) daily writings IN THE ROUGH for your perusal.

I beg you to comment on this effort. Plus or minus comments are welcome. Please try to make them constructive comments. Don’t worry about typos. We are looking at a story, a narrative, so your comments concerning plot, characters, events, actions, etc. are what I would appreciate.

I will post each days writing (on days I write) the next morning.

Tell your friends and enemies about this great FREE opportunity.

Be blessed and keep writing.

WHY I WRITE IN SO MANY GENRES

I had never given that question much thought. I was born a while back and done many things since then. My grandkids think I fought in the Revolutionary War, but it was really the evolutionary war. My wife thinks I sits too much and need more exercise, but when I ask ‘pretty please’ to go on a hike, she tells me to sit down and stop such foolishness. Goin’ hiking anyhow. I dug ditches before shovels were invented. When God said, “Let there be light,” I was the electrician that threw the switch. I was in school when world history text book was only three pages long and those pages were of stone. I’ve done a lot and learned a lot and failed a lot and now I’m having fun a lot. Having ridden a rank horse and pushed cows on the trail, I write westerns. Having met Christ face to face at the ripe old age of 14, I write Christian materials. Being a natural born liar, I write political stuff. Basically, I write from where I’ve been, always lookin’ at where I want to go.

Be blessed and enjoy my books. Buy one of each, they’re great. Or at least my wife tells me they are and Amazon won’t let her write a review. Ya gotta love’m

BANKING IN THE MODERN WORLD

You know, it used to be in the olden days that when you wanted to deposit money you went to the bank and handed it to a teller who zapped out a receipt and you were done. If you wanted a loan, you filled out a form and handed it to the loan manager. Sometimes the manager handed you back a check and other times it took a bit longer. Sometimes they just said no on the spot.

Now we have ebanking. Ebanking is where you spend an hour at your computer on the phone trying to get the inet to agree that your numbers and letters really allow you to access the information on your account. Take today for example. I went on line. Opened my account. Paid a bill and checked out cancelled checks. WONDERFUL.

Ten minutes later I go back to the same account after checking another account in another banking facility and the wise electrons won’t let me back in. I call the bank. Get a nice sounding young lady that tells me I checked back in too soon or some other drivel. I try signing in again after she clear the boondogel that kept me out. Still no joy. She tries something else. Nada. Squat. Zero. Zip. and all that stuff. I go on hold while she checks with her supervisor. 10 minutes pass. Supe comes on the line. The password .

have been using since day one is not the correct password. My password has magically changed in fifteen minutes. BUT, no one knows my new password. I didn’t change it. Nice gal didn’t change it. And, the electrons aren’t talking.

Please Miss Supe, cancel out my online account info and i will set it up again. Oh, but sir, we are not allowed to do that. You will have to go to your local bank so they can verify your ID personally. But, my local bank has been closed due to your company’s money saving efforts which already included no interest on any account under a bazzilion dollars and charges per check written (yeah, I still write checks, do you wonder why) and grouchy, way under-payed tellers that changed every week due to the great responsibility with no reward. Yes, sir, that bank. Will you pay my fuel fees? No sir.

At this point I am in a wonderful mood. Sorta like playing squat tag in an asparagus patch while running barefoot through bullheads. Miss Supe, please empty my account and send me a certified check for the amount of money that I cannot spend or see how it has been spent.  Oh but sir, I have no information that you own that account.

Ma’am, with out any respect for you or your bank, kiss my grits. I hung up.

Here’s the punch line. I tried logging on one more time. It worked with the old info. I am again rich within my vaguest dreams.

Blessings. Now go write.

© 2017 Doug Ball – Author